We are not the next candidate The rigid impotence, can only prevent With hideous efficiency The lights come on, who would consent? Oh well, at least you tried I am a sigh on a hurricane I am a sigh on a hurricane They gave you those come hither eyes But it can't be a sin, if they coaxed you in Imagine the dismay, the surprise So many eyebrows raised, with the sales of gin Oh well, at least you tried I am a sigh on a hurricane I am a sigh on a hurricane